[ Izō shrinks in on himself. A cigarette is a good distraction for both of them. His hands shake as he lights it...Damn it. This should be easier.

Unfortunately for both of them, the words spill past his lips, like a dam breaking. ]

What? Ya wanna hear 'bout how long I spent hatin' ya for leavin' me behind? How I resented ya for jus' up an' goin' like that? That what ya wanna hear?